Yet let mee tell what vice did mee confound.
2.
Perhaps thou thinkste so groase a blockhead blunt,
A sleepy swinishe head can nothing say:
The greatest heads and smalest eke were wont
To beare in them the finest wits away:
This thing is true thou canst it not denay,
And Bacchus eke ensharps the wits of some:
Fœcundi calices quem non fecere disertum?
3.